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ơ Free (Anglais) Read @The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs ჯ Kindle Author The New Yorker Magazine ᄸ ơ Free (Anglais) Read @The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs ჯ Kindle Author The New Yorker Magazine ᄸ Chapter 1Good DogsSNAPSHOT OF A DOGJames ThurberI ran across a dim photograph of him the other day, going through some old things Hes been dead twenty five years His name was Rex my two brothers and I named him when we were in our early teens and he was a bull terrier An American bull terrier, we used to say, proudly none of your English bulls He had one brindle eye that sometimes made him look like a clown and sometimes reminded you of a politician with derby hat and cigar The rest of him was white except for a brindle saddle that always seemed to be slipping off and a brindle stocking on a hind leg Nevertheless, there was a nobility about him He was big and muscular and beautifully made He never lost his dignity even when trying to accomplish the extravagant tasks my brothers and myself used to set for him One of these was the bringing of a ten foot wooden rail into the yard through the back gate We would throw it out into the alley and tell him to go get it Rex was as powerful as a wrestler, and there were not many things that he couldnt manage somehow to get hold of with his great jaws and lift or drag to wherever he wanted to put them, or wherever we wanted them put He would catch the rail at the balance and lift it clear of the ground and trot with great confidence toward the gate Of course, since the gate was only four feet wide or so, he couldnt bring the rail in broadside He found that out when he got a few terrific jolts, but he wouldnt give up He finally figured out how to do it, by dragging the rail, holding onto one end, growling He got a great, wagging satisfaction out of his work We used to bet kids who had never seen Rex in action that he could catch a baseball thrown as high as they could throw it He almost never let us down Rex could hold a baseball with ease in his mouth, in one cheek, as if it were a chew of tobacco.He was a tremendous fighter, but he never started fights I dont believe he liked to get into them, despite the fact that he came from a line of fighters He never went for another dogs throat but for one of its ears that teaches a dog a lesson , and he would get his grip, close his eyes, and hold on He could hold on for hours His longest fight lasted from dusk until almost pitch dark, one Sunday It was fought in East Main Street in Columbus with a large, snarly, nondescript that belonged to a big colored man When Rex finally got his ear grip, the brief whirlwind of snarling turned to screeching It was frightening to listen to and to watch The Negro boldly picked the dogs up somehow and began swinging them around his head, and finally let them fly like a hammer in a hammer throw, but although they landed ten feet away with a great plump, Rex still held on.The two dogs eventually worked their way to the middle of the car tracks, and after a while two or three streetcars were held up by the fight A motorman tried to pry Rexs jaws open with a switch rod somebody lighted a fire and made a torch of a stick and held that to Rexs tail, but he paid no attention In the end, all the residents and storekeepers in the neighborhood were on hand, shouting this, suggesting that Rexs joy of battle, when battle was joined, was almost tranquil He had a kind of pleasant expression during fights, not a vicious one, his eyes closed in what would have seemed to be sleep had it not been for the turmoil of the struggle The Oak Street Fire Department finally had to be sent forI dont know why nobody thought of it sooner Five or six pieces of apparatus arrived, followed by a battalion chief A hose was attached and a powerful stream of water was turned on the dogs Rex held on for several moments while the torrent buffeted him about like a log in a freshet He was a hundred yards away from where the fight started when he finally let go.The story of that Homeric fight got all around town, and some of our relatives looked upon the incident as a blot on the family name They insisted that we get rid of Rex, but we were very happy with him, and nobody could have made us give him up We would have left town with him first, along any road there was to go It would have been different, perhaps, if he had ever started fights, or looked for trouble But he had a gentle disposition He never bit a person in the ten strenuous years that he lived, nor ever growled at anyone except prowlers He killed cats, that is true, but quickly and neatly and without especial malice, the way men kill certain animals It was the only thing he did that we could never cure him of doing He never killed, or even chased, a squirrel I dont know why He had his own philosophy about such things He never ran barking after wagons or automobiles He didnt seem to see the idea in pursuing something you couldnt catch, or something you couldnt do anything with, even if you did catch it A wagon was one of the things he couldnt tug along with his mighty jaws, and he knew it Wagons, therefore, were not a part of his world.Swimming was his favorite recreation The first time he ever saw a body of water Alum Creek , he trotted nervously along the steep bank for a while, fell to barking wildly, and finally plunged in from a height of eight feet or I shall always remember that shining, virgin dive Then he swam upstream and back just for the pleasure of it, like a man It was fun to see him battle upstream against a stiff current, struggling and growling every foot of the way He had as much fun in the water as any person I have known You didnt have to throw a stick in the water to get him to go in Of course, he would bring back a stick to you if you did throw one in He would even have brought back a piano if you had thrown one in.That reminds me of the night, way after midnight, when he went a roving in the light of the moon and brought back a small chest of drawers that he found somewherehow far from the house nobody ever knew since it was Rex, it could easily have been half a mile There were no drawers in the chest when he got it home, and it wasnt a good onehe hadnt taken it out of anybodys house it was just an old cheap piece that somebody had abandoned on a trash heap Still, it was something he wanted, probably because it presented a nice problem in transportation It tested his mettle We first knew about his achievement when, deep in the night, we heard him trying to get the chest up onto the porch It sounded as if two or three people were trying to tear the house down We came downstairs and turned on the porch light Rex was on the top step trying to pull the thing up, but it had caught somehow and he was just holding his own I suppose he would have held his own till dawn if we hadnt helped him The next day we carted the chest miles away and threw it out If we had thrown it out in a nearby alley, he would have brought it home again, as a small token of his integrity in such matters After all, he had been taught to carry heavy wooden objects about, and he was proud of his prowess.I am glad Rex never saw a trained police dog jump He was just an amateur jumper himself, but the most daring and tenacious I have ever seen He would take on any fence we pointed out to him Six feet was easy for him, and he could do eight by making a tremendous leap and hauling himself over finally by his paws, grunting and straining but he lived and died without knowing that twelve and sixteen foot walls were too much for him Frequently, after letting him try to go over one for a while, we would have to carry him home He would never have given up trying.There was in his world no such thing as the impossible Even death couldnt beat him down He died, it is true, but only, as one of his admirers said, after straight arming the death angel for than an hour Late one afternoon he wandered home, too slowly and too uncertainly to be the Rex that had trotted briskly homeward up our avenue for ten years I think we all knew when he came through the gate that he was dying He had apparently taken a terrible beating, probably from the owner of some dog that he had got into a fight with His head and body were scarred His heavy collar with the teeth marks of many a battle on it was awry some of the big brass studs in it were sprung loose from the leather He licked at our hands and, staggering, fell, but got up again We could see that he was looking for someone One of his three masters was not home He did not get home for an hour During that hour the bull terrier fought against death as he had fought against the cold, strong current of Alum Creek, as he had fought to climb twelve foot walls When the person he was waiting for did come through the gate, whistling, ceasing to whistle, Rex walked a few wabbly paces toward him, touched his hand with his muzzle, and fell down again This time he didnt get up.The title says it all 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    • The Big New Yorker Book of Dogs
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    • 12 January 2016

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